HER

I strive to sustain anything but clinging
But there’s no denying that I gravitate toward truth
And recognize what is valuable.
See- some people have energy comparable to oxygen
Let this serve as a warning:
There is a force so incredible
That there are no means of containing it.
As elusive as memories on Sunday mornings,
She could have you exhaling fear and breathing in comfort,
Catching amber gazes with ocean blue eye traps,
Creating serendipitous surrenders of consequence for choices.
Bringing to life aspirations in the form of being
And dreaming in the moments caused by blinking.

I’m living life on a tangent,
Sleeping my nights on a lullaby
That isn’t meant for the daylight.
I sing your story in corners of chaos
And drop lines of sincerity
To my memories of you raising me,
Skipping stones on the river
Of prosperity that flows away from here.
As the rocks sink from the surface quickly
I am imagining that some find themselves
Light enough to be caught within the current
Drifting miles away
Dancing in deflected sunlight and icy waters
Then reaching the bottom and settling.
I’m not sure if what is happening
is reality or dreaming
the truth or just seeming.
Because at the end of the day what I’d like for it to be
Is irrelevant
Compared to what it is.
As Inevitably:
Stones sink,
Rivers bend,
And daylight breaks.
But let this serve as a warning:
There is a force so unwilling to compromise
The truth for acting
That you could bury her knee high in solid dirt
And she would breathe herself to the surface,
consume you at your roots, and nourish her being in the process.
Drop her in the middle of the river and she will skip that surface four times solid before swimming to shallow waters to feel the sunlight.
Bury your face in shame from lowered expectations and your gaze will never be returned to you by those ocean traps.
While you confuse chaos for your sanity,
She’s still steady breathing.
waiting for your responsorial song.

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